"this,......."

When he heard Ye Xiuwen asks how much money he has, the King of Yan hesitated. At this moment, Zhuque sneered: "King of Yan? It's time for this, are you still holding your money? Do you want to bring it into the coffin?"

"No, no, I am thinking about how much money I have."

King Yan explained tightly, then thought for a while, and then said, "There are still 200,000 taels of silver in my warehouse..."

"Bang!"

Before the King of Yan could finish his words, Ye Xiuwen kicked him out.

He was also a master of Qihai Realm, but King Yan was vulnerable. Not only was he kicked down by Ye Xiuwen, he also fell to the ground and hummed. He didn't look like a prince.

Ye Xiuwen looked funny and thought to himself: Just like this, the prince is still planning to rebel? This is simply a joke.

"Oh, oh, I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe it, you can go to the warehouse to see it." King Yan screamed. But at this time, Zhuque asked: "You use various methods every year to make a lot of money in the Prince Yan's Mansion. How come it is only 200,000 taels? Are you here, you are cheating us as children?"

Zhuque asked, and the King of Yan complained, "I charge a lot of money, but I spend more money? The people I make friends with all require money. And especially the saint of the extreme north. I have to give him a salary of 500,000 taels a year, so he is willing to live with me to drink tea, chat, etc."

"You also trained those men in black?" Ye Xiuwen asked.

"Men in black? What man in black? I don't know?" King Yan said in surprise.

"When you ran away just now, a group of men in black came out to stop the pursuers for you. But now you told me, don't you know? Do you want to see my methods?"

Ye Xiuwen threatened, and at this moment, the King of Yan was indeed afraid, and waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I saw those men in black coming out, but I really have nothing to do with them. The one that has something to do with me is the Seven Colors Hell. They once told me that they needed a lot of money, so I gave them all the money."

"Are you stupid? Seven-colored hell is short of money? Just give it?" Meng Qinglong sneered at this time.

"To be honest, the Seven Color Hell said that it can not only protect me, but also Yanzhou will be mine in the future, so I agree. Everyone! If you want money, let me go to the Seven Color Hell, I will take out the money and give it to you, what if?"

The King of Yan wanted to discuss with Ye Xiuwen, but Ye Xiuwen smiled: "King of Yan? Since you don't have money, you're useless."

"Why is this? Why do you have to kill me?" King Yan said in surprise. After all, he didn't owe Ye Xiuwen and others anything. If he wanted money, he didn't say he wouldn't give it to him. So why did the other party insist on killing him?

"The emperor has an order to rebel against the King of Yan and kill him!"

Ye Xiuwen said lightly. After hearing the words, King Yan's pupils suddenly dimmed and said, "You? Are you sent by the emperor?"

"You are so clear now that you are dead?" Ye Xiuwen asked with a smile.

"No, this is impossible. I am his brother. How could he kill me? And you? What are your identities? Can you bear the charge of killing me? I want to see the emperor,...uh!..."

King Yan shouted that he wanted to see the emperor, but he didn't expect that at this moment, there was an extra knife in his stomach.

It was Zhuque's hand that she stabbed into the King of Yan's stomach with one stab.

"You? You?..."

The King of Yan wanted to say something, but because of the pain, he couldn't say a word.

At this time, Zhuque squeezed out three words from the cracks of his teeth and said: "Six doors,..."

"Six Gates? It turns out that the Emperor sent it, uh!..."

After the King of Yan said that, he was already angry and died. But at this time, Ye Xiuwen couldn't laugh. To put it bluntly, this time he came to the Prince of Yan's mansion to find money. He raised so many people, how could he do it without money? But the King of Yan had no money. In other words, killing the Prince of Yan would be in vain.

"What should I do if he has no money?" Yue'er said at this time.

"Go back to the Yan Palace to search and check it out. We will take whatever we can." At this moment, Meng Qinglong also said.

"It's useless, and the Yan Prince's Mansion has become a place of right and wrong at this time. If the Yan Prince has not died, we can go back to get the money. Now that the Yan Prince is dead, it's useless if we go back. Let's go! Go out of seclusion and go to the Beggars' Sect to take a look. Maybe there are some unexpected gains, but it may not be certain." Ye Xiuwen said happily.

At this time, Yue'er said, "The Eighteen Hidden Maids, Hei Bao and others, have all gone outside the pass first. There is no news yet. Could it be that something happened?"

"No, although there are many masters of the Beggars' Sect, they are not so alert. What's more, not long after I arrived in Yanzhou, even the King of Yan didn't know about this, let alone the Beggars' Sect?" Ye Xiuwen shook his head and said, but at this moment, two red figures flashed out from the forest, but they were the Eighteen Hidden Maids.

Two eighteen hidden maids knelt on one knee and reported: "Reported to the three masters, there is news from the Beggars' Sect. They are holding the Beggars' Sect's conference to elect the successor Beggars' Sect's leader."

"Isn't this Beggars' Sect leader? Not 'Jiugong'?" Yue'er said strangely.

"That's the case,..."

The Eighteen Hidden Maid continued to report and told the whole story. It turned out that there was a huge hidden story here.

The Eighteen Hidden Maid said that although the Beggar Gang is now in charge, the "Mu Jiugong" is in charge. However, the "Mu Jiugong" is already old after all. Moreover, the "Mu Jiugong" has to do its best to assist Empress Ma in restoration. In this way, the heirs of the Beggar Gang Gang must be put into the agenda.

But it can be said that in recent years, the Beggars' Sect has also experienced a decline in talents. Among the new generation, there is almost no one who can show off.

So this time, the Beggars' Sect Conference expanded its scale. Can any master under the age of 35 and above the Qihai Realm participate in this competition for the leader of the Beggars' Sect?

"Haha, then this is interesting." Ye Xiuwen laughed dryly.

"Xiuwen? This 'Jiugong Mu' went back on his word. Why is this?" Yue'er said in confusion.

At this time, Ye Xiuwen thought for a while and said, "Didn't you see that? The relationship between 'Mujiugong' and Empress Ma is very ambiguous."

"You mean?" Yue'er seemed to have thought of something, but she was still not sure. After all, "Mu Jiugong" is not young anymore. Even if she is not eighty this year, she will still be in her seventies.

So this is strange. People in their seventies are still so unwilling to let go?

But then again, Empress Ma was about 50 years old, but at this time she looked only under 30 years old. So Empress Ma was really an immortal monster!...
Chapter completed!